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Show Woodworth/l67 rings, her mind racing, running, streaming, telling her it's time for another plan, time to Tjry something else. But her body sits quietly, listening to the rings. Finally she quits, and begins to dial Gary's number again. What if Karen answers the phone? She could just hang up immediately. But, one way or the other, Gary is going to have to tell her who called. She needs to get out there. She promised Megan that she would get out there. Gary would just tell her to take a cab. A cab. Her mind seizes that and, this time, her body acts. She turns on the living room light and notices that, across the alley, the other woman has gone to bed. She pulls out the phone book, and calls the first cab company listed in the yellow pages. Yes, they will go out to Westfield tonight. A cab will be at her door in five minutes. She hurries into the bedroom, switches on the light, and dresses quickly, not bothering with underwear. It takes her about a minute, so she goes into the bathroom, brushes her teeth, combs her hair. Don't panic,, she tells herself. You've got a good plan, follow it carefully. Don't fuck up. Her mouth is full of tooth paste when she remembers that she will need money, and that she spent most of it on groceries on Saturday. She spits quickly, and goes to look in her purse. Six dollars. Probably not enough to get all the way there. She'll have to go as far as she can. Sandals. Keys. Remember to lock the apartment door. Anything else? No. She locks the door, and goes out into the street. The air falls on her like a shroud, and she huddles back against the door, expecting there to be nothing but murderers and^ieves in the street. But there are couples, one group |